Honouring Women

Both my grandmothers passed away a little over a year ago, and at that time I wrote down some thoughts about these 2 ladies who played such a huge role in making me who I am today. In honour of International Women's Day, I want to share those thoughts with you. Keep in mind that these are my experiences and perceptions, so your mileage may vary. I in no way mean to negate or diminish the validity of anyone’s experiences that differ from my own.

December 2017

My grandmother passed away early last week. I’m sitting at the airport waiting for my flight back to Toronto after coming down home for the funeral, and have been reflecting on the whole experience. My grandmother was a truly remarkable lady. I know I’m biased, but I really think she was. She had 7 kids, 14 grandkids and 15 great-grandkids (so far…). Most of us made it home, and it was wonderful to be able to catch up with the aunts, uncles and cousins, some of whom I haven’t seen in 20 years or more.

We’re a loud, rowdy, laughing bunch when we all get together. Gram would have loved every minute of it. There was a rightness to the entire weekend, as we laughed and cried together, telling stories that had everyone in stitches while also bringing tears to the eye because they reminded us so much of Gram and her impact on all of us. I come from a family of story-tellers. Gram herself could, and often did, spin a tale that would have all us grandkids totally spellbound and asking to go to bed early the next day so we could hear how it all turned out.

I also come from a family of musicians. Gram loved music – it was such an important part of her life. She wanted the grandkids to sing at her funeral, so we did. Even the ones who aren’t so musical, because you don’t say no to Gram. Not successfully anyway. All 12 of us that were able to be there put together a rendition of “Joy to the World” in 4-part harmony with musical accompaniment in about 20 minutes. That’s how we roll in Gram’s family. Then at the regular church service this morning (Sunday), it was so amazing to stand with all the aunts, uncles and most of the cousins and hear the harmonies as we sang, just as a matter of course. Knowing that we were all automatically blending and changing the lead and harmonies based on what the person next to you was doing and what sounded right. 

Last night, most of the cousins went to Patti & Adam’s place to hang out away from the “grown-ups” – though we’re all grown-ups ourselves, most with kids of our own. It was a lot of fun. Remembering things about our childhoods, talking about everything and nothing, and what the future would be like with our surviving grandfather and our own aging parents. We then realized that our parents used to do this exact same thing, going over to Uncle Murray & Aunt Judy’s across the dooryard from Gram & Gramp’s to have their own time away from the “grown-ups”. And they probably had the same kinds of conversations.

The visitation and funeral were unlike any other I’ve been a part of. While there was definitely an undercurrent of sadness, the dominant feeling was one of joy and celebration. People were laughing and sharing. The funeral was full of music and laughter. And tears, lots of tears, but they weren’t tears of despair or overwhelming grief. Gram wouldn’t have wanted that. She would have loved it. Seeing everyone together, talking and laughing and blubbering and eating (lots of eating!) and just being a big, loving, messy, imperfect, beautiful family. All in large part because of the amazing woman who taught us so much about how to live, and love, and deal with all the ups and downs and changes and monotonies that come with life.

I’ll miss you, Gram. You will always be an integral part of this family. Thank you for loving so fiercely and gently, so generously and fully, so truly unconditionally. You didn’t always agree with the decisions your family made, and had no problem letting us know when that was the case, but I always knew that you loved us. No matter what. In that way, you showed me what Jesus’s love is like in a very real, tangible way. He shone through you so clearly to me. I hope that someday my own family will look back on my life with the same adoration, respect and love with which we have spent this weekend looking back on yours. You lived a remarkable life, and I’m proud to be your granddaughter.

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March 2018

So, my other grandmother passed away a few months after I wrote the words above. It’s been a little over a month now since that funeral and I’ve once again been reflecting on everything. I have been so blessed to have two such different and yet equally wonderful women as part of my heritage and heart.

Big Grammy (so called because when my brother and I were kids, she took care of her mother who was a tiny, tiny woman and therefore went by Little Grammy) was all about her home and her family. She enjoyed the simple things in life – bright red geraniums, watching the deer and birds she fed, growing her tomatoes. I think she was happiest when taking care of the people she loved, something she did a great deal of over the course of her life.

Things I will always associate with Big Grammy: amazing fresh baked bread with homemade strawberry jam, her canned peaches, cleaning and sorting eggs, cooking with the wood stove even after getting an electric one, massive turkey dinners with all the trimmings and at least 3 kinds of pie and 2 non-pie dessert options, her chocolate cake with brown sugar fudge frosting, sitting at the kitchen table keeping an eye on things out the window, the hissing sound she’d make when the person driving the car did something she thought was a little dangerous, the smile on her face when you’d walk through the kitchen door for a visit.

The visitation and funeral were quite a bit different from my other grandmother’s in some ways, and very similar in others. Both were celebrations of a full life, well lived. Both were a chance to reconnect with cousins, aunts and uncles. Some of my cousins I hadn’t seen in over 14 years, back when they were 6-10 years old. Now they’re all grown up and going to university or working and starting families of their own. All 7 of the aunts and uncles were there, plus 12 of the 13 grandkids, and 2 of the 6 great-grandkids. The main difference is that this side of the family is a pretty quiet bunch, being introverts one and all (except Uncle Roy – we’re not sure what happened with him). We love one another, but without a lot of fanfare and with as little verbal communication as possible.

I was touched by how many people from the community came out to the visitation. I hadn’t really stopped to think about it before, but Big Grammy was very much a part of her community. She lived her whole life in Oak Point, raised her family there, and died there. Most of the people who came to the visitation, unless they were there to visit one of the family, were her neighbours. Her roots were so deep, so firmly entrenched in the place that was her home.

Over the course of the week, I was reminded of how very much I take after Big Grammy. I’m happiest when I’m at home, though I’m less particular as to where that home is, puttering about and taking care of my family. I’m not a big fan of going out, though I always enjoy myself once someone manages to drag me to something. I love fresh bread, and baking and cooking for my family, and take great pleasure from the simple things in life. Looking at the pictures that were put together for the visitation/funeral, I also look remarkably like her when she was my age.

I’ll miss you, Grammy. You were the solid, steady rock that this family relied on for so much. Thank you for the constant love and care that you showed in every way you could. You were always so happy when I came to see you, and always made me feel special and important to you. I’m so glad that God saw fit to make me as much like you as he did. I’ll do my best to “Be good, go to church, love God,” just as you did. Your life was one of quiet beauty, and I’m proud to be your granddaughter.

Sorry, Hermes!

It seems that I have somehow angered the god of public transit. Those of you who have done the daily TTC commute, or its equivalent, will understand that commuting via public transit is rarely a walk in the park, but for the most part maintains a consistent level of inconvenience.

Not so much anymore.

For the past couple of weeks, every time I'm on my way home (never on the way to work, of course) something happens to make the commute more trying than normal. On at least 3-4 occasions, it has been the classic delay due to a mechanical problem or activated passenger assistance alarm on a train further up the line. One day, it was both.

Then there were the days with the irate streetcar passengers who in one instance got into a yelling match with the driver, and on another occasion with each other. In both cases, we ended up sitting at a stop until someone finally gave up and got off.

What's really gotten out of hand, though, is the constant invasion of personal space - even the public transit amount of personal space, which is much smaller than normal. It's acceptable, for instance, to squish in between two people on a three-seater bench if there are no other independent seats available. What's not acceptable is to then lean against one of those people in an overly familiar fashion and try to chat them up while reeking of alcohol.

On another occasion it was the leg sprawler. This is the guy (and it's always a guy!) who feels entitled to sit with his legs spread as far apart as they can go, regardless of the fact that this intrudes into the leg space of the person sitting next to them who is then forced to either contort themselves so that their legs occupy as little space as possible or accept the inappropriate amount of leg-to-leg contact with their neighbour.

My favourite, though, was the leaner. When the streetcar or subway is crowded, it will inevitably happen that the person standing next to a seated individual will have to temporarily lean over or even into them to make enough room for someone else to get past them. This is annoying, but acceptable. Yesterday, on a streetcar that was decidedly not crowded (there were still empty seats), I was sitting next to the aisle when I was joined by a guy who apparently thought it would be a good idea to stand so close that his legs were pressed up against my seat and lean on the pole at my shoulder. For the entire trip. If you've ever been in this position, you'll understand why it was so incredibly awkward. I had to lean away just so his stomach wouldn't touch my head. And whenever anyone needed to get by, he'd move so that he was actually standing where my legs would normally be.

Every day it's been something, so Hermes, whatever I did to piss you off - I'm sorry! So very, very sorry.

Nature vs. Nurture

Sunday is laundry day at our house. Every week, as soon as we get home from church, Dude goes down for his nap and I start on the mountain of dirty clothes that has somehow accumulated in what feels like the blink of an eye. On a good day, there are only 4-5 loads to do, so the last trip outside and into the basement laundry room is over by 7:00 or so. On a bad day, I'm not finished until well after I want to be in bed.

Fortunately, yesterday was one of the good days, so by 7:30 the last load was in the dryer and waiting to be brought upstairs and folded. I had left the laundry basket out in the living room, since Dude likes to play with it, so went to get it and head downstairs. Except it wasn't in the living room. Nor was it in the dining room or kitchen. After some searching, I discovered that it, along with the slippers I had been wearing for the trek outside, had been put back in our bedroom where they're normally kept.

My first thought on seeing this was along the lines of Again? Seriously? Why does he always do this?! You see, my husband is a compulsive neat freak. I cannot count the number of times I've gotten something out, and he's put it away before I even get a chance to use it. He is no longer allowed to touch my purse or anything that is even remotely connected to my work, since the memorable day he "put away" my work bag without telling me and I ended up being late because I couldn't find it. I therefore felt quite justified as I went to find TC to scold gently remind him not to put things away before I'm finished with them. Until he told me he hadn't touched anything.

As it turns out, it was our son who felt compelled to put the basket away, along with my slippers that had been sitting next to the couch waiting for the next trip downstairs. I couldn't believe it. Now I'm living with 2 of them!

As I continued to work on the laundry, I found myself wondering whether this was something Dude had learned from his dad (nurture), or if he came from a long line of neat freaks and therefore has a genetic predisposition towards neat freakishness (nature). The interesting thing about adopting is that we'll never really know, since "General Neatness" doesn't seem to be a category in the biological parents' standard histories. :) It's funny how many characteristics Dude shares with us, which has led me to believe that either: a) nurture is a lot more influential that I originally thought, or b) we have a lot in common with Dude's biological parents. Or maybe both?

In any case, I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll be spending the rest of my life looking for things that have been "put away". *sigh*

Lessons from Dude

This is Dude - my 32 lb. energetic bundle of laughs, mischief, slobber and curiousity. Since he came into my life a little more than a year ago, he has taught me many, many things. Things that I thought I already knew, but really...I had no idea.

Lesson #1 - Free time is a rare and precious thing.

Every now and then, I go back and read old posts on this blog. I did so recently, and laughed at how often I complained about being too busy. Then I wanted to reach back in time and smack myself on the head. I had so much free time!! Other than the 45-ish hours a week spent at work, and the 50 or so hours spent sleeping, my time was completely my own to do with as I pleased. That's a little over 70 hours every week!

Now? Free time exists only in the hours that Dude is asleep or being looked after by someone else. Ask any parent of a pre-schooler, and they will confirm that if your child is awake and in your care, you will get little else accomplished beyond ensuring their relative health, safety, entertainment, maintenance, etc. So, taking into account work and sleep, the amount of post-Dude free time is reduced to around 30 hours/week. Assuming he sleeps normally (see below). And because society frowns on the practice of leaving sleeping children alone, I cannot go anywhere during those 30 hours unless another caregiver is in attendance.

Thankfully I have someone in my life who shares the responsibilities of parenthood and is willing/able to take on solo care-giving duty for a while. This gives me a little extra time to squeak in luxury activities like going to get groceries by myself, or going out to eat with friends. However, should I want to engage in such activities with this other person, we fork over big $$ for a babysitter.

Lesson #2 - Uninterrupted sleep is a subcategory of free time.

I.e. - it is a rare and precious thing, only possible when Dude is also asleep. Fortunately for us, Dude has always been an excellent sleeper. Bedtime comes, hugs and kisses are exchanged, Dude is put in his bed, and that's it. He sleeps. And unless he's sick, overtired, or in a strange place, he usually manages to stay asleep until it's time to wake up. I cannot express to you how thankful we are for this child.

That being said, he is still a child. So there are still nights that are less than restful for all involved. And I never know when those nights will happen. Unless I decide to stay up late (and by "late" I mean anytime after 10pm) to indulge in a free time activity, like reading a book. That will invariably be the night that Dude develops a cold and ends up coughing all night, or has a nightmare at 2 am, or wakes up for some unknown reason and cannot get back to sleep without significant effort on my part.

Lesson #3 - Privacy is optional.

Not only is my time no longer my own, my space has been greatly diminished as well. Being alone while using the bathroom? Thing of the past. Eating my own food, and only my own food? Not anymore. Sitting down without serving as an interactive jungle gym? Rarely. Toddlers just don't understand the concepts of privacy or personal space, so Dude has full access at almost all times. And you know what? It honestly doesn't bother me.

Lesson #4 - Cleanliness is highly overrated.

This one probably doesn't require a whole lot of explanation. When you only have 30 hours of free time every week, you swiftly come to realize what your priorities are. I was surprised to realize how far down the list house cleaning is for me. As long as things are clean enough that no one's going to get sick, I'm good. There are other things I'd rather do with my oh so precious time. :)

#5 - A mother's love is unconditional.

It's true. I love this kid more than I ever thought it was possible to love another human being. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and my family, but it's different from the way that I love Dude. And I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. There is absolutely nothing he could do, nothing, that would change the fact that he's my son and I love him. The main goal of my life now is to make sure he grows up to be the best version of himself that he can possibly be.

Which is why it honestly doesn't matter that I have no free time, have developed permanent bags under my eyes, can't pee without an audience, and live in a pig sty. If that's what it takes to make sure he's happy and healthy, then I'm glad to do it.

To Harness or Not to Harness...

As you may have deduced from the title of this post, TC and I are currently debating whether or not to buy a todder harness for Dude. We're not quite decided on it yet. I have read some articles that laud their ability to keep a child safe while allowing them freedom to explore and move independently, and others that condemn them as demeaning tools used by parents too lazy to parent properly.

While I recognize that the toddler harness, like any other tool, can by abused or used improperly, I have to say that I'm much more sympathetic to the former view. There are some children who are content to sit in a stroller, or hold your hand if they're walking. Dude is not one of these children. He is a fiercely independent, intensely curious, energetic 15-month old who doesn't yet understand that he shouldn't run into the street or to the other end of the mall. He also gets upset if he's forced to stay in his stroller for too long as that requires sitting still for more than 10 seconds, and since he's currently the size of a 3-year old (seriously, the kid is huge!), carrying him for more than 5 minutes kills your arms and back. Assuming he'll let you carry him in the first place. We don't have a car, so taking Dude anywhere means walking on busy streets and in busy subway stations. Letting him go free range at this age just doesn't seem like a good idea.

What about you folks? Have you ever harnessed your kids? Do you think they're a bad idea? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the issue.

Adventures in Dude-Proofing

The Dude is an extremely determined child. As a result of said determinedness, we've had to be quite creative in our attempts to child-proof the apartment. Most recently, we've had to gate off the bottom half of the floor-to-ceiling pantry shelving next to the fridge because Dude, who is an active 15 month old, was getting into everything he could reach.

I received this email from my darling hubby this morning:

"So, thinking that the kitchen was safe, I let Dude play out there on his own while I was getting ready . . . then all goes quiet. Then I heard the rattling of dishes and think, oh, he's just poking at them through the grating or swatting them with a spatula. No: he pushed the small garbage can up to the gate, climbed up it, reached over it and had pulled each bowl out one by one and stacked them - and balanced them!- on the edge of the gate. Man, that kid is AWESOME!"

*sigh*

How to Use the TTC Without Being an Ass

Rule #1: Keep it to yourself.
If whatever you're doing reaches beyond the limited space that you occupy en route to your destination, for the love of all that's good, stop doing it. This rule encompasses a number of behaviours, including (but not limited to):

Having an excessively loud conversation, whether in person or on the phone

Cranking the volume on your iPod so that everyone else can hear it too

Clipping your fingernails (there's no way you can control where those suckers land - just, ew!)

Reading a fully extended newspaper (fold it up, folks!)

Eating smelly food

Rule #2: Don't block traffic.
Keep in mind that you're not the only person trying to get somewhere. When you step into the subway car, keep going! I've seen so many people stop just inside the door and consider their seating options while there are 15 people waiting behind them trying to get it before the doors close.

The same goes for any objects you're bringing with you, be they boxes, strollers, luggage or whatever. Don't stop at the narrowest part of the aisle, or right at the front so that everyone is forced to navigate around you. Move back, or at least out of the way as much as possible.

Rule #3: Never run for it.
It's not worth it - there will be another bus/streetcar/train along soon, and you risk plowing over anyone who might not be as speedy as you. If you're always feeling the need to rush, leave yourself more time to get wherever you need to be going. If that's not possible, take a long, hard look at your life.

Rule #4: Be helpful.
I know it's hard to step outside your city-shell and take the time to provide assistance, but do it anyway. Trust me, the lady struggling to get her stroller on the streetcar, or the person who has no idea how to get to their destination, will be incredibly appreciative.

Rule #5: Be gracious.
Every commuter has run into a situation where someone else is being an ass. It's inevitable. The solution, however, is not to contribute your own assiness. Now, I'm not against implementing a little passive justice, but it's not always possible to do so in a way that isn't more annoying than the original offense. Instead, allow for the fact that there may be extenuating circumstances and let it go.

I'm back!

Did you miss me? I'll spare you all the "sorry it's been so long" blather - suffice it to say that there have been some major changes taking place in the Blooming household that have made blogging time virtually non-existent. The best kind of changes :)

For those who haven't already heard, TC and I were placed with a beautiful baby boy way back in October, and life has been quite a trip ever since! In three short weeks (which was the amount of notice we had before we brought him home), The Dude managed to completely alter life as we knew it. And I wouldn't go back to the way it was for all the chocolate in Belgium!

I'd love to post a picture of him here for you to see, but because the adoption hasn't actually been finalized we're prohibited from putting his image anywhere on the internet. The entire process is almost done - we're just waiting to hear back about when our court date will be. Then we go to court, watch the judge sign a piece of paper, and he's completely ours! I'll be keeping you updated now that I'm back at work and caught up from my parental leave.

Hooray!

Now That's Class!

Any guesses as to what these are? I'll give you a hint. We were visiting Brother G and his wife V last night, and they were telling us about their recent trip to South Carolina to visit TC's folks who rented a condo down there this winter. While there, the MIL & FIL insisted that they visit Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede.

At this point you're probably thinking "Oh, so these are the cheesy souvenirs from that visit." You're partly right.

Apparently, when you order wine with your dinner at the Dixie Stampede, it comes in these white, plastic cowboy boots. Which means that sometime during the design of this establishment, someone thought this would be a good idea. And enough of the people in charge agreed with them to make it happen.

The mind boggles.

Ole! Ole! Ole!

Growing up in the Maritimes - where no one really played soccer except that one kid who was kind of wierd anyway - I had never heard of the World Cup. It was swiftly made clear to me in the summer of 2006 that this put me in the minority on a global scale.

Here in Toronto, it is HUGE. There was no way I could have been prepared for the phenomenon that is TO during the World Cup.

Everyone had flags waving from their car windows, over balconies, in windows, on cubicle walls - basically anywhere they could think to put one. Little stores pop up on street corners selling merchandise. At work, every television (and many computer screens) was tuned in to every game, and there was always a crowd of people around each one.

By the quarter finals, it had become a massive, firm-wide event. The flags of the 8 remaining teams were hung at reception, and removed as each team was eliminated. Any games that took place during work hours were projected onto the big screens in the large boardrooms, where we had set up free wings and pizza, as well as fresh popcorn made in the carnival-grade popcorn machines the company rented for the duration (it was my job to make the popcorn - I smelled like butter for weeks!).

TC and I live near one of Toronto's Italian communities, and every time Italy won, we wouldn't be able to sleep at night because of the horns sounding in celebration from the myriad of cars driving up and down the street. And when they won the cup...whoo, boy! More than 20,000 people came to our area to party - and party they did!

This year is shaping up to be much the same, and I'm loving it! I was waiting for the streetcar after work today, and there was obviously some kind of delay as the line stretched all the way to the other side of the station. People were incredibly irritated, and fuses were short. When a TTC supervisor arrived on the scene, he was asked none too politely what the hold-up was. His response? "Mexico just won, and the street was blocked."

What followed is the reason I enjoy the World Cup. All of a sudden, no one was irritated anymore. It made perfect sense to everyone that the street had to be blocked in order to properly celebrate a victory. Complete strangers in line began discussing the merits of various teams, the results of the earlier game between Argentina and South Korea, the annoying-ness of the vuvuzela horn...you get the idea.

No other event that I know of brings people together like this - even the Olympics don't really come close. And it's fabulous to see :)

Happy Birthday BB!

On this day, many years ago :), a baby boy was born to a young couple living out east. The years passed and he grew up to become a great guy - quiet but thoughtful, a lot of fun with a wacky sense of humour, hard-working and hard-playing, an all around nice guy. And an awesome big brother who put up with quite a bit from his loud, bossy, easily irritated little sister :)

Today I'm thankful for that guy.

Short & Sweet

This one's going to be short, but oh so incredibly sweet! What am I thankful for this week?

I'm going to be an aunt :)

Change of plans

I think I may have to amend my initial intent for this blog - life is still a bit too crazy for daily posting, so why don't we try this instead: Once each week I will post about something that happened for which I'm thankful, and then as I have time I'll add whatever other little posts strike my fancy.

Something exciting did happen this past week, which I'm incredibly thankful for. After 6 months of paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork, we finally have some movement in our ongoing quest to adopt. Last Thursday we met with a social worker from our local Children's Aid Society to review our application and conduct the preliminary interview. There's still a long way to go before we're placed with a child, but at least this means they're considering us and the process is moving along. The next step is to be assigned an adoption worker who will be with us throughout the process, so here's hoping that won't take too long ;)

Stumbling into a Rabbit Hole

I rarely watch TV. Not that I don't watch TV shows, but I generally prefer to find a show that I like and then watch it on my own schedule on my computer or on DVD. For the past few weeks, though, TC has taken over our computer to watch every episode of The Office (a show I can't stand because it reminds me too much of work), so I've had to resort to flicking through the channels to find something interesting.

And there was a significant amount of flicking. Is it just me, or do most primetime shows that are on right now really bite? There seem to be only a few categories available:

1. Crime shows, which have become rather predictable and have therefore come to rely on being shockingly graphic or twisted. The one exception I've noticed is NCIS, which tends to pay more attention to character development instead.
2. Reality shows, which are farther from reality than most fictional shows.
3. Dramas, which are essentially evening soap operas.
4. Sitcoms, which are almost all variations of the same situation. The variation comes in the exact nature of the quirks possessed by the couple/family that are the main characters. Again, I do have an exception. TC and I both love Big Bang Theory.

And that's about it! There doesn't seem to be a lot out there, so I was thankful when I happened to stumble onto this program:

I had previously seen Tin Man, which was produced by the same people, and I highly recommend it as well.

What about you folks? Are there any shows that you would recommend to someone who's tired of the same old, same old?

PS - I feel the need to add that I only watch these shows while I'm working on some kind of craft - knitting, crocheting, embroidery and the like. Wouldn't want you to think I sit around doing nothing ;)

It's Not the Place, It's the Company

It was a pleasant surprise, after the insanity of the past few months, to discover that I was actually glad to be getting back to work this morning. At first I thought it was because of the break, and that probably does have a lot to do with it, but after a while I realized that another major reason was that I missed my co-workers.

It's kind of bizarre - I've never developed that kind of attachment to anyone I've worked with before (outside of summer camp, which is a whole different kettle of onions). After giving it some more thought, though, it makes perfect sense. These are the people that I've seen on an almost daily basis for the past few years, and we've recently come through a very stressful group project that required us to really pull together and work as a team to get everything done. That tends to be a major bonding experience.

So today I'm thankful for the people that I work with. They make coming to work a lot more fun than it would be otherwise :)

We finally have some snow! I know some of you down east are probably sick of it already, but up until today we haven't had any here in TO, so I'm glad to see it :)

Today was the first day I had to pull out the long-johns and wool socks, bundling up in multiple layers of sweaters and my warmest hat & scarf. Love it! It reminded me of all the times as a kid that we got into our snow gear and went outside for hours of fun.

Baby It's Cold Outside

Have you ever gone a little bit shack whacky? By the end of the day yesterday, TC and I decided that we'd been stuck in the apartment for long enough and needed to get out. We made plans to walk down to a little Thai place today for lunch, so that's what we did despite the extremely cold temperatures outside. As a result of this little outing, I'm thankful for 2 things:

1) That there's a Thai place nearby which is MSG-free. I don't often get to enjoy Asian food, since the majority of it contains MSG, so it was great to be able to eat at this place without having to worry that my heart was going to go haywire shortly thereafter.

Amusing side note - there was a guy in the restaurant who entertained us greatly with his continual efforts to impress both the woman with him and the waitress. My favourite part?

Guy: (Trying to impress Asian waitress with his extensive knowledge) Did you know that Thailand was named one of the best places to live? It was Bangkok, actually.

Waitress: (deadpan) Are you sure?

Guy: Uhm...well, it could have been...it was somewhere over there.

Tee hee!

2) Did I mention that it was extremely cold today? We walked to and from the restaurant, about a 25-minute endeavour each way. By the time we got home I was painfully cold, which made me realize how thankful I was for a warm apartment to come home to where I could put on warm, fuzzy clothes and make a nice hot cup of tea while I waited for the feeling to come back in my fingers. My heart goes out to the people who I know will be out on the streets tonight.

Unplugged

Today is the first day of 2010, and the first thing that I'm thankful for is the fact that it's a statutory holiday so I can turn off my blackberry.

One of the long term fallouts of the work craziness over the past few months is that my team is now required to carry the blackberry with us at all times, so that we're always available should an issue arise. I have received emails and phone calls during all hours of the day and/or night on this thing.

It's not a development that I'm especially fond of, so for today I'm going to revel in the fact that no one from work can reach me. I'm unplugged.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming...

Happy New Year everyone!

And what a year it's been! Thank you all for your patience as things shut down around here for a while so that I could deal with life and stuff - your notes and encouragement throughout have meant the world to me :) Life is still crazy, but I think that's just going to be the norm from now on and that's perfectly okay. It's also fun (most of the time)!

Did you notice the new look? I'm hoping to take this blog in a slightly different direction this year. A few weeks ago, TC and I were really challenged* to shift our focus from what we want to what we already have, choosing to be grateful for the many blessings already in our lives instead of falling into that sense of not quite being there yet, wherever "there" happens to be. So here's my plan:

Each day in 2010, I will post about one thing that happened in the previous 24 hours for which I am thankful.

I'm looking forward to the journey, and to sharing it with all of you!

Here's to a joyful, fulfilling 2010!

*If you want to hear the sermon that did the challenging, click here, select the series "Get Over Yourself" and either watch or listen to the one called "Entitlement: The Culture of Special". It's good stuff :)

We now pause for station identification...

Hi folks. Serious lack of posting here lately, I know. And it's not going to change for quite a while I'm afraid. It's a major struggle right now to maintain some semblance of a work/life balance, and at the moment work is definitely winning. We're talking working overtime almost every day, being on call 24/7, working several weekends, not being able to fall asleep because my brain won't shut off, waking up in the middle of the night to remember something that needs to go on my to-do list ... you get the idea.

Anyhoo, I haven't even really had time to do anything interesting worth blogging about - hence the lack of posts :) And please forgive me for not commenting on all your sites. I have been reading, I promise - it's often the highlight of my day!

All of this to say, I'll be taking a blogging break, probably until December when I hope to reach the end of this nightmarish work-laden tunnel. But I will be back! And I'll still be dropping by to visit all of you.